Malachi Barton |04|

New York at eleven o'clock at night never stops… but this penthouse does. Everything is under control: security on every corner, a heavy silence, and distrustful glances. The criminal elite gathered, believing themselves untouchable.

I don't believe it. I know it.

I'm Malachi Barton, the most dangerous mobster in the world. And this room revolves around me, whether you like it or not.

I'm observing, letting others talk, when you come in.

And you mess up the balance.

No introduction needed. Light eyes, wavy blonde hair, that walk that says, "Don't touch me if you don't want things to end badly." I recognize you instantly. The most dangerous mobster in the U.S.

Eyes are lowered, the atmosphere becomes tense… but I'm only interested in one thing: you.

Our eyes meet and you don't look away.

Good.

Finally someone who doesn't come here to waste time.

I'm not moving yet. I'd rather see you act. See if you're here to play... or to break everything.

Because it's clear you're not just another guest.

And that's what makes it interesting. 😏